I'll sing to you of starry nights,
I'll sing to you of far-off lights,
I'll sing to you of headlights glaring,
Of Sharpie ink, radios blaring,
I'll sing to you of scribbled notes,
I'll sing to you of shattered hopes,
I'll sing to you of quiet bleedings,
Of open windows, secret meetings,
I'll sing to you of bodies brushing,
I'll sing to you of heartbeats rushing,
I'll sing to you of love and hope,
Of my last quiet attempt to cope.
I'll sing to you of far-off lights,
I'll sing to you of headlights glaring,
Of Sharpie ink, radios blaring,
I'll sing to you of scribbled notes,
I'll sing to you of shattered hopes,
I'll sing to you of quiet bleedings,
Of open windows, secret meetings,
I'll sing to you of bodies brushing,
I'll sing to you of heartbeats rushing,
I'll sing to you of love and hope,
Of my last quiet attempt to cope.



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